Hmmm.

I can never quite work out why I start random blogs and things.
I also can never quite work out who they are for, or who I want to read them.
I have a feeling that I prefer to keep RL and online friends separate, for example, I'll link online friends to blogs and such, but I freak out a bit about RL friends seeing things. Is that weird? I don't know.

In any case. I think this particular blog is a tad redundant.
I created a new blog over at wordpress for my trip to the US, which didn't happen, but which has been reincarnated in a slightly different form (ie, family trip didn't happen so I think I might be going over to work on summer camps). You can find it at this linky.

I also have a livejournal over here which I am trying to use more.

SO...I think this might be the end for us, blogspot. But i'll see. I'll see.
xoxo

Quote of The Day

The Right Hon was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say 'When!'

-P G Wodehouse, English writer

SLEEP

Would be nice right now, as it is 4.05am and I have class in 3 hours and 55 minutes.

I would also very much like for this creative writing piece due tomorrow to be finished.

That would be very nice.
Then i could go to sleep RIGHT NOW.

But no, i'm on here instead.

FUCK.

ADDICTIONS

I've always been one to get addicted in a fangirl way.

Once upon a time, 13 year old Ellie thought she would marry a guy from Australian Idol. I resisted spending $100 to go and see him in the 'Wicked' production today. YES. CLOSURE.

Last week I sighed when reminicising on the year before. Oh Harry Potter. There will never be closure between you & I.

Next week the fourth book in the twilight series (Breaking Dawn) comes out- WOO! I've pre-ordered and I'm going to a release party!

Fun times.

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

...and oh my that song is horrific and also addictive, in the 'shit it won't get out of my head' way. (dada daa daaaaa...dada da da daaa....dada daa daaa...dada da da da da da da daaa)

So looking over my blog and reflecting a bit lately i noticed there have been more than a few times when I've been stressed about school.

How on earth was I actually worried then?!

I have about 10 more weeks of school.
In the bigger scheme of things, THAT'S PRACTICALLY NOTHING.
And it freaks me out.

In 16 weeks I'll be done completely with exams and everything.
In 20 weeks I'll graduate and then head over to the US.
In 21 weeks I'll be 18.

AHHHH IT IS ALL GOING TO HAPPEN SO QUICKLY. AND IT'S TERRIFYING.

Anyway....

My new notebook.

So for some reason my mum always buys me stationary as gifts.
At easter time, so as to not feed us too much fat and sugar, my mum usually gives my sister and I a notebook of some kind, along with at least one pen, and then often a lindt bunny or something to still remain true to western holiday consumerism culture.

ANYWAY. Somehow, whether it just be from personal enjoyment, or from the amount of them i've recieved, I've really ended up enjoying getting new note books, and filling them up with random things.

I have one notebook that was filled entirely with To Do lists of the morning variety- more like a schedule of what I needed to do and remember between the hours of 7 and 8 each morning. Because i definitely shouldn't forget to get dressed! That was a few years ago. Since then I've preferred a more mature and artsy take on my note books- a few have been used up as a prop for my ongoing radio career- very handy to write down the song you've just played so you remember to say what it was. That kind of thing.

So, i'm already 3 paragraphs in and I haven't got to the point. Therefore, i shall give it to you now. On Sunday evening, my mum gave me a new notebook.
Although it isn't bright and colorful like most, this new notebook is now vying for position of best notebook ever. WHY? Well. let me tell you.

It used to be a car tyre.
Don't believe me?
Well, check out the website for the brand here.
Basically, this company gets random things, in this case tyres, be they lost, worn out or nicked, and turns them into notebooks.
The paper is recycled paper on the inside, but the actual notebook cover is made of tyre. It has a crazy rubbery texture, and is very very cool.

Hoorah! It was fun, attempting to write poetry on the train today with my new tyre book.

xoxo

Scarf. Again.

Okay. I am finally going to have to coax myself into accepting the fact that my scarf is not an original.

In the city the other day, going up an escalator out of a train station within 100 metres in the same shopping centre that the below post story occurred, I saw ANOTHER GIRL WEARING MY SCARF.

*flails*

I wish I could call myself a trend setter but I don't think that's the case.
Anyway, see the below post for more details as to be devastation.

Current tally for this certain scarf: |||

WEIRDEST THING EVER.

So, AAGGEESS ago in one of my earlier blog entries, i mentioned one of my scarves being one of my favourite things. I also mentioned how, I had got it from a neighbour's garage sale, and assumed it was hand knitted because of how odd/unique/bizarre it is.

I mean, to give you a bit of an idea...
This is the colour theme of the scarf: #########
It has no particular pattern, it is just random, with some really quite ugly colours. Except somehow the colours end up look kinda cool together.
Also, it is a REALLY long scarf. I mean, like, its over 2 metres. maybe 2.5 even?
I absolutely love it.

So, here is the weird part.
I've had this scarf for about...6 years or so. Quite a long time. I've only become more fond of it recently, however it's always been part of my wardrobe, and I've always thought of it as completely one-of-a-kind.

The other day I was in the city....
AND I SAW SOMEONE WEARING IT.
Knowing fully well that my own scarf was safe and sound at home, i was pretty much faced with the horror of having to face one of two facts.
1) [the less horrible of the two] That whoever made my scarf hand knitted one other one, and I jsut so happened to see the person who received it.
2) That my scarf was never really hand made by my neighbour, and in fact PURCHASED FROM A SHOP, WHERE IT WAS QUITE POSSIBLY MASS PRODUCED AND SOLD.

I don't know which one to believe.
But this is a very traumatic thing to go through, for a scarf. It's identity has been stolen.

50 Things About Me

1. Cried because we drove past McDonalds without stopping
2. Dyed my hair purple
3. Lied about my age online
4. Been parasailing 3 times
5. Had to get stitches in my head from a shovel, hockey puck and couch/sofa
6. Deliberately slept in to miss an exam.
7. Become school captain!
8. Been a fangirl of an Australian Idol contestant, and seen them 7 or so times. (5 autographs too i think...)
9. Kissed someone whilst watching Happy Feet
10. Broken someone's trust.
11. Eaten chocolate in Belgium
12. Appeared onstage as Catwoman
13. Gone to a school where my dad was the principal.
14. Started crying as in chapter 4 of HP, but read it straight through, finishing after 13 hours.
15. Driven through a tunnel in italy, expecting to come out in france but ending up in Switzerland.
16. Had a crush on someone younger than me!
17. Swum with sea-lions
18. Drunk hot wine in Germany
19. Wanted to be famous on youtube....*cough*
20. Swore at my mum in front of everyone at a trivia night at a church
21. Googled myself
22. Cried on skype
23. Pretended i was tied so i didn't have to drive home when i was actually tipsy..
24. Gone to an annual music festival 16 times...and I'm only 17!
25. been thrown out of the water in malaysia by my dad cos he was stung by a jellyfish
26. Lived in the town where Melanie C from the spice girls grew up.
27. Had someone throw a packet of pens at my head.
28. Fallen in love with many fictional males. <3
29. had pet hermit crabs!
30. Dressed up as H Piddy
31. Been pushed to the ground in a mosh pit
32. Interviewed bands on the radio
33. had braces for 4 years
34. Seen Christina Aguilera perform and enjoyed it.
35. Had my passport stolen in Vietnam
36. Dated someone shorter than me
37. Spent half an hour writing down a dream
38. Skinny Dipped!
39. Started dating someone my best friend had a crush on.
40. Not been able to go to my grandpa's funeral because I was living in another country.
41. Was dropped on my head on concrete and had coffee spilt on me as a baby...
42. Written a letter to a celebrity but never sent it.
43. Found money in a pool in Italy and kept it.
44. Had jaw surgery
45. Had heath ledger smile and wave to me personally.
46. Visited Vatican city.
47. Collected glow worms at a camping ground in France.
48. Gone to a disney princess like castle on the top of a mountain in portugal.
49. Stolen a lollipop from a supermarket when i was about seven.
50. Never met my biological father that I know of....

Dear British Boy

I had a lovely time talking to you at the tram stop, and then on the tram, and then as we got off the tram, but it was sad that you had to disappear just as quickly as you had appeared.

You probably felt more at home in the cold, and I was jealous of your cool jacket- it looked warm, and was very stylish.

It made me smile when you made a joke at your own expense- after you looked at the tram timetable RIGHT as a tram came into sight.

I hope my directions helped, and i hope you managed to find your way to St. Kilda alright.

Your accent is adorable.

Much love,
The girl on the tram.
xx

positive.

Sometimes, it seems like everything is going badly and there's nothing you can do about it.

I've felt like that numerous times in the past week.

The most recent time was yesterday. I did horribly in a test (that was actually an essay), I felt sick and nervous, I was tired and some people were annoying the hell out of me.

That was all before 12.15. Just past midday.
Because for the next twenty minutes or so, I was in a kickarse interview with my school principal and a few other teachers.

After that, my school day was done and I headed home. HOME!
Then i realised that even if i thought the interview went well, I was still tired, sick, exhausted, annoyed....so then I felt the same as I had earlier in the day. PLUS i found out i had to go a babysit. Children do not always cure temporary depression.

However, when I got home I found out that I got a job at my radio station that I had applied for. That was last night.

This morning, I found out that I got SCHOOL CAPTAIN.

This evening, my footy team won.

Today was the last day of school for 2 weeks.

The last twenty four hours have been very, very awesome.

Rainbow Fish.

"To have joy, one must share it" - Lord Byron

The Rainbow Fish, a book by Marcus Pfister is wondeful. I have book mark with Rainbow Fish and that quote on it, which really does make my day. The story and quote are beautiful and honest concepts, which I can't help but love! So, find some joy, and share it!

HELLO 2008.

I was sitting on the train today, thinking about the Australian girl who, whilst on a train in America writing in a journal, caught the eye of an American boy, who decided she was the girl of his dreams, and set up a blog to find her. I've no idea whether they maintained a relationship or not, but I thought it was pretty damn romantic.

So, whilst sitting on the train, I decided I should write whilst traveling more often. Maybe this way I could find the boy of my dreams. Though often it becomes easier to write on here, or type, than handwrite whilst squished between other people within a rattling train carriage. So, I did in fact come across a few flaws in my plan to woe the boy of my dreams.

Firstly, the boy sitting next to me was definitely not that boy. And from where I was seated, none of the other boys in eyesight were that boy either. Clearly the most major flaw.

The second flaw, was that I was lost for ideas as to what to write. I decided that my french needs improving, so I began to scribble away in my notebook, random tidbits of 'francais' that is most likely severely grammatically incorrect.

Another flaw, was that another boy that was definitely not the boy of my dreams, appeared to be watching me. Now, it's probably a little silly of me, to be writing away with the purpose of attracting the boy of my dreams, only to get grumpy when someone actually watches. But see, my notebook was tilted AWAY from the general public of the train. I'm certain he was trying to read what I had written via the reflection in the window. But maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe it only works in America.
So, I'll have to wait till my trip later this year to test my theory.
I have serious doubts.
But maybe I'll continue to ramble in french on paper, incase it attracts the boy of my dreams.

Once Upon A Festival

EDIT: Yet another post I didn't want on here anymore. It was an ad for a build-a-festival competition thing i entered.
ANYWAY.
I really am starting to wonder how to delete posts...

I never though I would get political?

EDIT: I decided I didn't like having such a huge political ramble on here.
Let me know if you would like to read what was here before i edited it out.
Also, does anyone know how to delete posts? Because i certainly don't...